A Different Kind of Education

Chapter Five : Rumor Has It

The rest of the day after Art went by failry smoothly. It was like nothing had changed since last year. People were sitting with the same group as last year and they dressed the same way. The only change was that not only was everyone discussing my antics at Drew's party, but were also talking about the new kid, Jay, who had apparently been initiated into Drew's group. They had been sitting together with the other jocks, laughing and drawing attention. I was happy it was last class so I could go home and relax with Clara, my brother, and Sam. I got to AP American Government with a minute to spare after I found a seat in the middle row of class next to one of the preppy flawless girls in my grade, who had nothing more than air in her head. None the less I kindly chatted with her and one of the prep boys behind us, until our teacher spoke at the front of the class. My reaction of utter astonishment and attraction to the teacher was shared among the other females in our class. Our teacher was young with defined bone structure, icy blue eyes, full lips and sexy mussed brown hair. It was clear that he was in shape thanks to the way his shirt hugged him. My whole body went into a wanting frenzy as I blatantly stared.

"Alright class, welcome to AP American Government. I am Mr. Hayes and I look forward to teaching you."

My jaw dropped as my mid registered his sexy low voice say his name. Hayes?! I stared more intently at his features as he kept talking. I assessed his features and sure enough found similarities between Jay and him. They both had the same sharp chins, full lips, broad shoulders, and large hands. Other than those few things though they were completely different. Mr. Hayes was drop dead sexy, wehreas Jay was simply hot. I wasn't the only girl who thought our new teacher was a panty droppper, seeing as every other girl was drooling over him. I completely missed whatever Mr. Hayes had said - as I was sure the rest of the girls did - and was suddenly handed a worksheet that read, 'Pop Assessment Quiz' on the top. A chorus of groans resonated throughout the classroom.

"I know none of you want to take a quiz the first day of senior year, but I need to see how much you guys remember and already know."

I frowned at the paper in front of me as the other students attempted to answer the questions. I didn't remember or know any of it. I was never any good when it came to social studies and history. I didn't care about the government and our history because people were corrupt as well as stupid so I always got frustrated. I wrote my name and period on it, as well as 'YOLO' across the page before turning it in.

I swear, Mr. Hayes's expression was priceless when he looked at my paper once I put it in his hands. I shrugged at his curious gaze and went to sit back down. Shelby Marx, the preppy girl I sat by, quietly let out an angry 'hmph' before goign to turn in her paper. It took about fifteen minutes for everyone to complete the quiz and turn it in. My eyes were glued to Mr. Hayes as he set the quizzes on his desk and walked up to the whiteboard, writing 'BASIC STRUCTURE OF THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT' on it. Then he handed out a worksheet and told us to work on it for the rest of class using pages 130-145 in our textbooks. The moment Mr. Hayes sat down and started doing stuff on his computer, everyone started talking to one another. Shelby and Luke and Danile, who sat behind us, started at me about Drew's party.

"Oh my gawd, Candy." Shebly said in her high pitched voice that made me flinch, "We all saw the video of you on Drew's countertop."

"Yeah, you have a rocking bod." Luke said in his gruff voice, grinning at me.

"Thanks." I flashed a fake smile. I saw Mr. Hayes get up and start walking around the class.

"I wish I could have made it. I heard you started a chicken fight in Drew's pool." Daniel mentioned excitedly.

"Yep. It was wild." I replied, eyeing Mr. Hayes as he made it to our row.

"Is it true that you hooked up with Drew after the party?" Shelby asked, her eyes holding a hint of jealousy. Jesus these fucking chicks.